SURREPTITIOUS
Part 43's
Amadhea, Xaga, and Greeta sat in another room. In front of them was Karnilah who was sitting in his wheelchair. There's cake on the table. Greeta was tempted to eat it, but she hesitated.
He looked at Amadhea. "So, what brings you here? You want to ask me something?"
Amadhea looked worried. Of course he had a lot of questions in his mind.
Xaga rubbed Amadhea's back. The girl looked at Xaga who nodded at her.
"I am haunted by the figure of a woman with deep black eyes.I think it is Granny Karnilah," said Amadhea slowly.
"I am still alive and have no interest in haunting you even though I am dead" Karnalah said.
"Then...who is that black-eyed female ghost?" ask Amadhea worried.
Because they do not answer directly. He looked at Amadhea.
Not getting an answer, Amadhea looked up at Karnilah. "What is the ghost of the woman..Your mother, Grandma Carnilah?"
"You know what it looks like. There's no way Sudarman or Ayuni would have told you. Where do you know?" ask Karnalah.
The deg!
Amadhea was surprised. Xaga and Greeta listened seriously.
Amadhea. "I have a faint vision. Can you explain what happened? I can't live like this. I can't stand all this."
"You are very similar to our oldest sister who is the most beautiful among all her daughters Mrs Purni" Karnilah said.
"Mrs Sunni?" ask Amadhea.
Karnalah. "Pure is our mother's name."
Amadhea looked seriously listening.
"Our mother had six children. The first is called Karminah, the second Karinah, the third Carcinah, the fourth Karninah, the fifth Karlinah, the sixth I... Carnilah.'
👻 Flashback 👻
The old house (Amadhea) in 1912. The house looks very prominent, because it is only the largest two-story house and luxury with European style. It is very different from the houses around it.
In one of the whitewashed rooms in the house, a beautiful woman with black looks put offerings on the table. He also lit incense. The woman was in a bun and wore a golden konde skewer. The batik side cloth wrapped around her slender waist.
He clenched his hands and his lips muttered with closed eyes.
After that he sprinkled red rose petals on the sofa. Then the woman got up from her seat and opened the door.
A beautiful green girl was standing at the door. Her hair is beautiful.
"What's up, 'cause?" ask the woman.
"The generals were looking for Mom" said the girl who turned out to be the young Karnilah.
The beautiful woman called 'Mother' nodded her head. She does not look like a mother, because when seen from her face she looks very young and like the same age as her daughter, Karnalah.
"No need to come down. You're here, yes," said the woman, wiping her hair.
Cause nod his head.
With a gontai, the beautiful woman went down the stairs leading to the living room. When passing through the family room, the painting is seen lengthened on the wall.
The woman entered the living room. There were two white men in the room. One was standing in front of a painting of the Dead Beach. He seems to be looking at the painting. The other one was sitting on the sofa. They wore military uniforms at the time.
"Mrs Sunni," said the man sitting on the chair.
The woman named Surni smiled faintly and sat down opposite them. "What brought you here?"
The man who saw the painting of the Dead Beach sat beside his colleague. "Good painting."
"We came to discuss" said the other man wearing the general's great hat.
"I told you I don't want to get involved with anyone. Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch, French, English. You came for spices and natural resources, why bother me? I don't have any of that" said Surni.
"It's not about business, it's about family relationships."
Purei smiled a little. "I'm a native who doesn't have mixed blood at all."
"Come on, Mrs Purni, you know what I mean. You have a beautiful daughter. Don't you want to marry one of your daughters to me?"
Surni looked at the thin-moustached man in front of her without giving an answer.
"I heard that Karminah is beautiful. He's become a village flower here. I'll take it. I will give Mrs Puri special protection if Mrs Purni gives me permission to edit Karminah" the man said.
"The betrothed of Karminah died in battle. She loved the man so much and couldn't open her heart to another man" she said.
"Then, your youngest daughter who opened the door can also. Cause it's his name, right?"
Luci clenched his hand. "He was too young to get married. There are many beautiful girls in this village."
"Your age is already 60 years old, but it doesn't look aging at all. You look so pretty. If only you weren't the same age as my mother, maybe I'd marry you."
Luci did not respond.
"When are you widowed?"
"My husband is still alive, we're still together. He's somewhere else right now" said Purni.
He led the two men to his doorstep.
After the army car left, Purni snorted in annoyance. "It's only been a year, but those British people are already bothering me a lot. They say I'm 60? I'm even older."
Sunni climbed the stairs leading to the main room on the second floor. He knocked on the door of the room, but there was no answer. He pulled the door knob and pushed it.
He saw the figure of a red, long-haired girl sitting on the edge of the bed. There is a large painting on the wall of the room, which is a painting of seven women. One of them is Puri and Karnilah.
"Carmina." Sitting next to the girl.
The girl named Karminah looked dreamy. Both of his eyes were swollen, indicating he had just cried.
Puri rubbed the long hair of Karminah and braided it and made a beautiful bun.
"Mother, what's wrong Bang Hardi? Why did they cut off his head?" crying Karminah.
Luci hugged his eldest daughter.
"Bang Hardi only defended his homeland from the invaders," the cry of Karminah became more and more.
The next night, Puri returned to the shrine. He sprinkled more red rose petals onto the sofa and muttered the mantra.
Suddenly there was a loud bang on the ceiling of the room. Purni looked up. There's nothing there.
"Hhhh." The bun of Surni slips off by itself. The skewer dropped to the floor.
The buttons ran to the floor. The fabric beside him too. Now the beautiful woman was no longer wearing a single thread. Her long, beautifully-dissolved hair covered her smooth molecular body.
The large, horned black figure stood behind him. Surni felt her body limp and fell onto the sofa. The red rose fell to the floor.
Next up was the sound of********Purni and the growl of the black figure that echoed in the room.
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^^^19.34 | 1 September 2021^^^
^^By Ucu Irna Marhamah ^^^